[The radios will glow green as the Ringmaster begins a broadcast.]

Welcome back to the carnival, everyone. Things may look the same as before, but I assure you, there is no stone that has been left unturned or tree that hasn't been uprooted. We'll have no more stalkers from here on out.

There are a few things of relevance that I have to tell you about. Firstly, Ignatius is no longer in the moon. Instead, he's been relocated to a small island in the middle of the lake. He can't leave it, and you aren't allowed to visit it without my permission. If you do, and he wounds you, you can consider it your own fault.

In a related matter, I've decided to invest my magical energies into granting each of you a ressurection egg, as we clearly can't anticipate any peaceful resolutions from this. If you don't know what that means, it's essentially a ritual spell I'll need your help in completing - once it's done, it will bring you back to life if you happen to perish, but only once. Also, you will have to be in the egg long enough to regrow and hatch. This is no small favour on my part, and it won't work unless your soul can make it back to the egg.

Thirdly, after calling in several favours, I think the location of Eden is almost within view. A few allies will be joining us over the next week and giving us more information. Until then, carry on about your business, as there are some new things you'll have to get used to.

We're going to be organizing the Supervisor guided departments differently from now on. I have explained the details to the Supervisors, and they can fill you in on what will be expected of you. There will not be only six categories: Militia, Acquisitions, Engineering, Management, Administration, and Medical.

Supervisors, feel free to sound off with what group you are leading and what it is for.

[With what is probably hilariously ironic timing after Yuya's radio conversation about using friendship to win, the radios will light up green with a message from the Ringmaster. She sounds... a bit disturbed, but playing it cool.]

Hmm. So... public announcement. In case this comes out later. Some of you may not know, but I offer reincarnation services for certain members of the carnival, which... mostly means I will bring them back from death, under certain circumstances.

As it turns out. Sans has managed to to trigger his rebirth ritual... which is to say, he's died somehow. I'm not sure how or precisely when, I have just visited the place where I keep such things, and his candle is lit.

I'm sure he'll fill us all in when he's reborn a while from now! In the meantime, be aware. There's no way of knowing who or what caught up with him. My focus is on defending the carnival, so if you are concerned for your safety, please remain within its grounds.

That is all.

Nightrunners? This is Syrlya. [He clears his throat, quickly working out that faint nervousness in his tone so he can talk strongly and clearly over the radio.]

I understand the assault CY-Ren went poorly. Lambert is currently incapacitated, but alive, and has requested that I take over while he assesses the damage. However, at least Lavellan and Childermass are missing--if not more. I need all of you to report in now so I know who is still present.

First, was there anyone else at the concert itself? I want to know in more detail what happened, what CY-Ren is capable of, and where it went wrong.

Second--[A pause.] There was a Summer Fae by the name of Nightshade spotted at the concert, although she reportedly stayed away from the stage. You already heard the warning when we first arrived, so you know how troubling it is that they're present when we've obtained the Blue Rose. She works for the Rose Queen, but we do not want any of them to get a hold of it. Everyone should keep their eyes open, but those that are particularly sensitive or knowledgeable in signs of Fae need to keep a close eye on the carnival's borders.

[The last thing they need is Fae sneaking in when their attention is on their missing carnival members outside. He just hopes most of them are here.]

[Alphys comes on the radio sounding out of breath and like she's trying extremely hard not to panic.]

Uhhh. The- the concert! S-something went wrong! Noa's really hurt, CY-Ren's gone, and I-I think she took some of us with her? I dunno who, I lost t-track of everyone... oh, jeez, and Sans went after her by himself! Uhh... what did the Ringmaster say- Nightrunners! We need the nightrunners! A-and I need a doctor! Like, r-right now? We're at the front entrance!

[ The nightrunner channel comes to life in the mid-afternoon. ]

This is Nightrider Lambert. We'll be making a stop at a new world tomorrow. For some of you, it'll be the first time, so if you've got any questions now's the time to get them out of the way.

Keep a lookout for trouble and tell me or another nightrunner if you can't get ahold of me. You're not on a leash, but I'd better hear from you at least once a day, even if it's just to tell me there's nothing to report.

We also got a warning that we might need to watch for any sign of other fae. A lot of you won't know what that looks or feels like, so Strange will fill you in.

[ And he lapses into silence for Strange to take it away. ]

If you aren't magically sensitive then I'm terribly sorry, but you might not be able to tell fae magic apart from other magic in the first place. For those of you who are, the thing that I've always associated with fae magic is the sheer power behind it. Even a faerie artifact can radiate more power than your average magic user and certain spells can linger long after the enchanter dies. It's also...simple, in a way? Carnival magic is a bit of a hodge-podge, a combination of all sorts of magics from different worlds. Fae magic is more pure and...primordial, perhaps. [ Strange is 100% not certain about that word choice! ]

Though, at least with the Portland fae we've encountered, they weren't too good at making certain things fit their surroundings. Mysterious berries, a large gathering of birds, roses springing up out of nowhere...if you see something that looks out of place, take a picture and ask someone about it before you decide to metaphorically poke it with a stick.

[ And Lambert will tack on: ]

One person screwing up is all it takes to land us all in a load of shit. So if you see someone doing something that could be a problem? Stop them. Be ready for anything.

[Scout clears her throat, a bit uncertain about addressing everyone, but she has several things to say.]

There's a lot in the market. [She sounds a little dubious. Capitalism is not her forte.] And if we're getting each other stuff, I'm not sure... okay, what kinds of things do people actually want?

[Hastily:] I'm not saying I'll get it for you. Or anyone else will. General ideas, I guess? What kinds of things. Maybe your best colors. And how do people feel about being given items related to their job? Clothes people getting cloth? Do you want that, or do you handle it enough and can get better anyway, more officially?

Also giving people animals randomly without asking about things sounds like a bad idea. Even pokemon are a lot of work, and you can just keep them in storage half the time. No one get me an animal, by the way.

[It's probably smarter just to ask people if they've seen his missing item than waste magic casting a spell to find it. Still, that means actually talking to people, which is hard. He spends entirely too much time trying to figure out what to say before actually speaking into his radio.]

...They took our things, when we were imprisoned.


Does anyone know where those objects are?

[ There are a lot of things people need to do right now: help the Prince's servants get resettled, get started on figuring out who can work on a cure for the petrification, deal with the trauma of dying in a hopefully healthy and non-self-destructive way, show the new people the ropes of what the Carnival has to work with.

Instead, in the morning of the second day since the Prince was defeated, anyone on the radio gets this: ]

So, I've been wondering.

[ The Nightrider's voice, for those who recognize it, has definitely been better. It's a low, hoarse rasp, and the pause at the end is not just for effect, but to actually catch his breath. ]

Just how old is everyone here, anyway? Here, I'll start. I'm ... pretty sure I'm almost sixty. [ A beat. ] ... Maybe.

[ Why did anyone let this man have his radio back again? ]

[ ooc; Lambert's flat on his back in the medical tent for this, feel free to bug him in person and threadjack each other at will. ]

[Really, Ginko probably should have started looking into examining those poisoned by the Prince (which is to say practically everyone) sooner. With things as hectic as they've been, the threat of new injuries had pushed that thought aside. Now, though...

Ginko's voice crackles through the radio, clearly tired but brisk and professional (or as close as Ginko gets to sounding professional) nonetheless.]

I want everyone who was kidnapped by the Prince to come by the medical tent to be examined. If you can't for one reason or another, let me know and I can come to you.

For that matter, I would appreciate the chance to run some tests on everyone who ate the food, in case we've still got poison in our systems.